Page 92 of Finding Jess

Sam leaned forward, reaching for Jess once more, but she pulled back until she stood at the foot of the bed. Her eyes trailed down Sam’s body, not looking away as she slowly unbuttoned her own jeans and tugged them down her legs.

Sam swallowed as her gaze flicked down to the thin red laced thong hugging her hips.

She looked back up to see Jess watching her intently, eyes burning into her own as she pulled her own shirt over her head, revealing a matching red bra.

Sam shifted to stand, but Jess paused, eyes narrowing in a mild warning.

Once she stilled, leaning back onto her elbows, Jess finally continued, hands hooking around her back to undo the bra and letting it fall to the floor.

Sam barely moved a muscle as Jess slowly stepped forward, kneeling onto the bed and climbing back on top of her. But before Sam could lift a hand, Jess grabbed her by the wrists again, pinning them down.

Sam stared down as she kissed her chest, lips brushing over the jagged, but smooth, scar tissue that cascaded down from her neck onto her chest.

Jess paused there, only for a moment, to leave one kiss before moving lower.

Her tongue glided down the exposed skin to the center of her abdomen, and she changed to an excruciatingly slow pace.

Sam shifted beneath her, hips jutting forward in a desperate attempt to get her tongue to a very different place.

But Jess pulled away just enough for Sam to make out the edge of a teasing smirk on her lips.

And then, ever so slowly, she pulled the boxers down, discarding them behind her.

She continued kissing down her body until she settled between her legs. She kissed her thigh, so softly she barely felt her lipsagainst her skin. Then she moved closer, letting her lips just barely graze over her pulsing clit.

Sam squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a whisper of breath against her.

And this time, she didn’t try to stop it when her hips automatically jerked forward, searching for the one mouth she wanted.

But Jess pulled back expertly, keeping her lips just close enough to skim against her without fully giving in.

Her hips fell back against the bed, and she could already feel the wetness trickling out.

Jess must’ve seen it too, because her eyes flicked up to her with a sudden hunger. As if whatever self control she’d maintained up to that point had begun to crack at the sight.

She dipped her head downward, and Sam instantly tensed, anticipation building as she waited to feel Jess’ tongue finally hit her clit.

But it didn’t.

Sam gasped, her mouth falling open as she felt Jess’ tongue much lower, right where the wetness seeped from her slit.

Jess moaned, her tongue slowly twirling around her opening. It circled the edges before gliding slowly inside.

Sam gasped, her upper body springing forward. Her hand instinctively raised, stopping in midair behind Jess’ head. It paused there as she clenched it into a tight fist to stop from pushing her head down and grinding fully against her.

Sam bit down hard on her knuckle, squeezing her eyes shut as Jess’s tongue slowed, running lazy circles around her opening.

Her chest heaved as she dipped her head back, blinking up at the ceiling as she felt herself tightening around Jess’ tongue each time it entered her.

But even then, she entirely avoided any contact with her now aching clit.

“I—I—” She didn’t even know what she was trying to say. She didn’t know if she was about to plead or beg or command. It was too much. Too much want—too muchneed. Except, evenneeddidn’t feel like the right word. It wasn’t just that she needed that contact there at that moment. She neededJessthere at that moment. Like nothing else—no one else—in the world would be able to satisfy that deep ache within her.

Then she felt Jess pull away.

She looked down, taking in the hungry look in her eyes.

Slick wetness glistened against her chin.

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